ambiguity about volcano

CNN this morning had some breathtaking coverage of the erupting volcano in Hawaii.   The headline or titles on the screen read something like this:

Hawaiian Residents prepare to evacuate

Hawaiian Residents listen for eruptions and dodge lava bombs.

Hmmm, this just begs the question… is it only Residents of Hawaii that are worried about the Volcano?   What about tourists and non-residents that live there?   Non-Hawaiian residents?

 

 

 

A walk with Peggy through nature’s beauty…and the heavy hand of man.

Here are some shots from my walk to the back of our property.    The flowers and trees are glorious this time of year, but as is obvious from some of these pictures the church clean-up crew did not seem to notice.   They wanted to trim the foliage along the highway fence so traffic could see their church.   We refused them access from our side of the fence, but the highway side was pretty well vulnerable to attack…the fence cut and some kind of heavy destruction equipment used to “trim” the trees.    Reminds me for all the world of a small scale Mt. St. Helens after the volcano.

Water droplets sparkle in the greenhouse

We were at the greenhouse today, the first day they were open for the season.  Few plants are ready to show off yet, although there are early bloomers rarin’ to go.  Captivated with these little plants which were still sparkling with water drops after sprinkling.    Sorry I can’t do a retake, this was a once-only shot and I’m disappointed in my photography skills.   The little water drops are visible, but not as charming as they were in person.   Maybe I shouldn’t have used flash?

Sorry for not identifying these plants, I was so taken with the water drops that I forgot to ask what they are.

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Water drop
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every little center had its own drop

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impressive

 

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lots of bubbles  
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sorry I don’t know the name of these  
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this shot has a little purple and white flower AND a tag  
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reminds me a bit of Violets.   
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thirsty little guys

 

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twinkle light show

Who Doesn’t Fancy Pansies?

Our first visit to our favorite greenhouse today.    We ordered some red Million Bells, and some Lantana…for a couple of weeks from now.    Meanwhile, some other plants are blooming…Rhododendron, and some Azaleas.   Daffodils are done, Tulips still around but ready to make their exit shortly.   So here are some Pansy Photos…

(all photos on this post are © Sometimes, 2018)

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Rarin’ to go
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beautiful pansies
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brilliant color
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magenta pansies
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neighbors
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pink pansies
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Hey! Where is everybody?

 

 

 

 

Ten FAQ I get as a Flight Attendant

I posted this interesting post last year, and enjoyed it again just now. We read so much about flight attendants being mean or combative with passengers….so its refreshing to read this thoughtful and fascinating article written by a flight attendant who is also a blogger.

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FAQ: Some of the Questions I get asked the most as a Fight Attendant

Passenger: “Do you get to sleep on these long flights?” and “Where do you sleep?”

YES! In fact for most flight attendants a shift onboard revolves around the times we get off. A lot of the time crew will say “Let’s finish this service so we can start breaks!”. Our breaks are formulated around time to eat and time to sleep, usually ranging from 20 minutes (an eating break however I have seen crew take power naps on this break) all the way to the longest break I’ve ever had onboard 3 hours and 45 minutes (when you can really have a good snooze!). I’m sure all crew experience this, because it often gets spoken about, having to limit our water intake before our long breaks, because the most annoying thing is having to leave…

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Farewell the Muse

… and yet again with an oldie from “back in the day.”

SOMETIMES

I’ll never write another word
–ever– I think, maybe a bit longer.

The Muse has left me, alone and mute
singing quietly inside…but it isn’t writing
not bringing forth words of rhyme
or golden thoughts or phrases that soar
with the uplifting quality that speaks of fulfillment
of the annunciation of the soul
(if that is even the right word.)

What does that mean?   My Muse does not respond.
Silence echoes across the lines, across the fields,
rich and full, and absence of sensation…or character.
There is no solution, no evolution…no rhythmic flow
of syllables, or stanzas, flights of fancy…
clever ways to express a notion
…or just to form  a simple phrase–
no silver tinged sunsets,
no tales from the depths of despair…
no soaring ecstasy of the bliss of a kiss.
Words which once were at the edges of my
repertoire –within easy reach of the empty…

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will o’ the whisper

More about me and my Muse…

SOMETIMES

OH!     Where do the great ideas go…
those flashes of brilliance
that should have better resilience
and remain in the Brain Cabinet
long enough for establishment
to take hold in the Eureka! compartment.

How many times in the course of the day
does  the lightbulb flash in the idea flow
and tug at coat-tails for attention;
hoping and praying that no intervention
takes precedence over the outstanding thought
that begs to be recorded–NOT discarded!

That’s it!   Hurry–get to the tablet or pad
and hope there’s a pencil or pen nearby
Scribble or print in quick succession
the words piling together inside…
One after another the poignant confession
or ground-breaking thought to abide
ensconced forever in handwriting or symbol,
keywords or brilliant asides.

The Muse is waiting and prompting the prose
or rhymes that are aching to flow ever forth,
to leap from the pen to the pristine page–

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when the Muse keeps quiet

Here’s a re-run of a blogging commentary I published here on Sometimes a while back….

SOMETIMES

One of the things I love about blogging is the great bloggers…all kinds of people, all over the world, young and old (is that politically correct?) and all political and religious persuasions.   I like that.   How boring life would be if we never got out of our particular little niche.     I DO care about all my … uh…blogging acquaintances…and their opinions and points of view…even the ones that don’t think like I do.   That’s OK, feel free to say what ya want and I’ll deal with it.    My best friends usually don’t agree with me on everything…some don’t agree on anything…

Blogging is fun because there aren’t many rules, and when it isn’t fun there is always the unfollow button.

This post is supposed to be about My Muse.    She stays out of the way, mostly, and pops out with a brainstorm of an idea, or nags me to comment…

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If I Ruled the World– truth in nonsense

…remembered this silly poem I posted here a few years ago.

SOMETIMES

TRUTH IN NONSENSE

If I ruled the world
it would be illegal
to ignore your Beagle.

If I ruled the world
we would all be called out
for shouting or being discordant.

If I ruled the world
any good and worthy cause
would require a donation.

If I ruled the world
whenever an unkind word was spoken
the Speaker would forfeit a token.

If  I ruled the world–and I was the Queen
on St. Patrick’s Day each year
all of my subjects would have to wear green.

Rules would be made to be broken
no penalties would ever ensue.
Nothing illegal–except ignoring your Beagle!

If I ruled the world.

©Sometimes,2015

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The Tryin’ of Speaker Ryan…revisited (re-posted)

The Tryin’ of Speaker Ryan

I have to hand it to Paul Ryan
the man just doesn’t quit trying!
Caught in a den of experts at lying,
and vying for votes by begging or buying.
Speaking loudly above all the jeering and swearing,
off this way or that…slipping and veering.
Poor Speaker Ryan, his smile running thin
against all the prying and querying…
wearying, not crying, he’s plying his wiles
and biding his time…working at herding his cats…
while trying to stay INSIDE the frying pan!
© Sometimes, 2016

Some True Facts and Confessions About Blogging

First published on SOMETIMES abut three years ago.

SOMETIMES

Today I managed to spend the entire day blogging, with exceptions for hauling the son around and feeding the cats.   By “blogging” I mean visiting lots of other bloggers online, trying to get my photos to cooperate, and writing in my blog.

All my writing life I have felt guilty and self-indulgent when I spent time writing for pleasure.   Sure, I got paid for it in various venues, and wrote lots as a student, and even sneaked in some time writing short stories or novels that I never finished.  I still have four novels floating around aimlessly, with characters and everything.  That kind of writing has always been, to me, more of a treat…a sort of stolen pleasure, so to speak.

Not so much that the Writer’s Life is considered glamorous and exciting and adventurous.   When I was a girl I had aspirations to be, in no particular order: an…

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New Title…update on post about assonance poems…examples from poets like Edgar Allen Poe (re-blogged from yourdictionary.com )

http://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-assonance-poems.html

 

Yesterday’s post reminded me of how much I enjoyed the poetry classes I and about a thousand other bloggers participated in last year.   The classes were so popular they had to shut enrollment down…I think.    The moderators presented us with some really obscure, to me anyway, terms and forms of poetry.    I dimly remember poetry classes in school back in the dark ages, the days of my lightheadedness and depth of my soul combined to write really bad poems about lust and love and despair at ever experiencing either.

Having re-read my favorite nonsense poem about the anteater and the eel, my contribution to the assignment for the day, which was Assonance.    Reading the poem again I realized that I had no clue as to exactly what assonance was, so I googled it.  The link that came up is just marvelous…and made me SO jealous of the famous zealots that wrote and wrote their hearts out back in their day.

One word of guidance…poetry that rhymes and/or possesses a metric cadence just cries out to be read out loud, line by line, not mumbled silently and skimmed for meaning.

I belabor the obvious here, again, and state that I am not a poet.    I respect poetry, I do, and although I understand the agony of who are dead serious about writing and rhyming.   For me the main rule is that any piece of writing, poetry or novel, song or joke…needs to have meaning.

A bit of toe-tapping helps get in the mood.    Jumping rope always sets the pace too…   “Dan and Susie sittin’ in a tree, k.i.s.s.i.n.g….”    sorry, I wasn’t well enough coordinated to jump rope effectively.

http://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-assonance-poems.html

[This is a good article, and fun to read…even for those who don’t give a fig about what assonance means.]